5. Pretty
Coffee after midnight had been a way to settle my thoughts after any successful event. It was the same way after this one. When I showered, ate a smorgasbord of food, and finished with coffee and dessert, I had fallen into a relaxed mode.
Yet, the more we got to know each other and talked about everything and nothing, I wanted a glass of wine, and Drew had accommodated my request. One glass turned into two, and that turned into three.
I could say that a few glasses of wine had helped make the choice a bit easier, but nothing could be said about why my brown legs were clasped around his strong sepia-colored back.
My fingers were tightly wrapped in his thick curls.
His lips pressed hotly against my neck. Every so often when those onyx-looking eyes stared into mine, I detected a little secret dancing there.
Truthfully, it wasn’t wine or coffee that led me into bed with Drew.
That decision had been made by sheer desire, but I couldn’t complain because it helped purge thoughts of Tanika and Cassius from my brain.
It had been a long time since a man was between my legs; actually, the only man had been Cassius.
Had I been thinking with my heart or brain, instead of my va-jay-jay, Drew wouldn’t be here now; but he was, and he felt oh so good.
Digging in and out of me the way that he was, with the sheets lifting and falling with every stroke he served, rendered me speechless.
My vocabulary was made up of nothing more than a series of grunts, groans, and cries.
“Mm.” Tender caresses, soft nips of the teeth, squeezes, and light brushes here and there. The stroke of his hand against my thigh sent a shiver through me and caused me to lift it slightly and rub it against his.
The hairiness of his leg against my silken smooth one drove me insane, or was that the lick of his cool tongue against my nipple that created that sensation?
Pure pleasure. It was exquisite and such a foreign feeling that I hadn’t experienced in some time.
My body, denied of its cravings for a while, greedily lapped up the attention as he fed its hunger.
I didn’t make excuses or apologies for my behavior. I was a grown woman, fully in control of my faculties, and I knew what I wanted: sex with Drew.
My hands caressed his head softly, entangling long, slender fingers into his glossy, smooth curls, encouraging him as he took my breast between his full lips.
His long fingers roamed my body, squeezing here and there, finally deciding they wanted to play between my thighs.
I generously opened them and allowed him to have his fill.
Stroking me with his fingers, he opened those dark, probing eyes and watched me. I couldn’t control the emotions displayed across the planes of my face. Unable to contain the bliss dancing in my body, I didn’t want him to stop.
And then, as if to send me slightly over the edge, he removed his fingers and exchanged my breast in his mouth for the taste of me on his fingers.
Watching him like that, as he slowly licked each fingertip, finding joy in the taste of my nectar on his fingers brought out animalistic tendencies in me.
With a guttural moan, I opened my legs wider, grabbed him by his head, and pushed him down. Drew smirked before going down and slowly licking my lower lips, capturing the juices dripping from me. I was ready to cum, but every time I was ready, he pulled back.
“Don’t edge me, Drew.” I moaned.
“I won’t edge you, if you don’t rush me. A man likes to take his time and enjoy his meal.” His voice was sensual, seductive, and daring.
“I’m not trying to rush you, but I can barely hold on. Oh, God,” I whimpered.
“I’m not a drive-through, fast food type of nigga. I’m a five-star restaurant, captain’s chair type of man when it comes to eating—no matter the meal.”
He rose and covered my lips with his, and I drank in the essence of me. Drew broke the kiss and stared into my eyes before he moved southward again.
“Mmmphh.” I lifted my hips, trying to get him to go deeper, but he wouldn’t be forced. He wanted me to know who was in control. Drew lifted his head slightly, and I saw the reprimand in those hooded eyes of his.
I grabbed the sheets and tried to contain my desire.
He gripped my thighs tightly, and I knew I would bruise later.
He flattened his tongue against me, making pulsating movements.
A shock wave ran through my body followed by a heightened sense of pleasure.
Drew covered and consumed me with his mouth; he brought the pleasure I thirsted for since first watching him sample my nectar.
I wildly bucked my hips, not caring what he wanted from me, only capable of what I was doing, giving everything to him.
I heard the soft whooshing of the sheets being plucked from the edge of the mattress.
My head thrashed violently as if I were possessed, and Drew released a soft chuckle, never stopping.
The vibration of his chuckle sent shock waves through my body.
And then, as if what he was doing was not enough, his fingers went to war with his tongue inside of me to see which could drive me insane first. The way that he worked his tongue expertly inside of my pussy while scissoring it at the same time was pure bliss.
My soul felt that he was determined to see me expel everything and become nothing before him.
My thighs clenched tightly, and my knees cradled the sides of his head. I bit my bottom lip, licking at the metallic taste of blood, and I shuddered as his tongue coaxed my nectar forward. Soft mewling sounds escaped me, as he continued softly licking my lower lips, soaking up every single drop.
I lay clutching the sheets. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to regain control of my breaths. My hair was all over the place, and some of the tendrils were plastered against my temples, and my forehead was soaked in a sheen of sweat.
He shifted his position with both of his elbows coming to rest on either side of my head. Tender kisses rained on my face, slowly moving to my lips. I savored the taste of myself on him, slightly earthy and musky, but not unpleasant.
“Are you okay?” he whispered against my lips.
“Mm-hmm.” I dragged out the sound.
His down-turned eyes were heavy with desire as he watched me with intensity.
“Good.” Drew grabbed a condom from the nightstand and stroked his massive dick for several long moments, before he covered it and then, finally, painstakingly eased inside of me. “Look at me,” he ordered, as my eyes drooped closed.
Obeying his command, I watched as he lowered himself to kiss me. He bit my lips with just enough force to bring awareness when my eyes closed again. He was determined not to let me shut him out.
His tongue softly stroked the insides of my mouth the way his dick stroked my walls. Eventually, he captured my tongue and sucked it. His movements were gentle and pleasurable. My fingers stroked his hard, muscled back as he lifted slightly, sweeping against my insides.
Drew was a big man, but a well-defined one. He had the body of a professional football player, bulky, strong, and toned with hard-defined muscle. His upper torso was powerful with thick shoulders and a broad chest. He tucked one arm underneath me and lifted me as he lifted himself.
The dancing and the kiss at the art showing had wound down to this. The moment we both knew was coming from the moment I first asked him to kiss me. This was the thing I tried to pretend I wasn’t interested in but knew it was coming.
He spent himself inside of the condom that sheathed him, just as I spasmodically exploded into another orgasmic heap. I was completely expunged of anything, but he continued to softly stroke me. A smile edged itself on my lips, and a soft sigh disturbed the wisps of hair that fell into my face.
Drew rolled off me and pulled me close to nestle in his arms. His fingers softly caressed my shoulder, before he lifted his head and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
My eyes closed, not bothering to deny what it was.
My senses kicked into overdrive. I had a one-night stand with a man I didn’t know.
All my years of practical behaviors and exemplifying what it meant to be a lady meant nothing.
It had all been tossed out the door in a moment of lust. I’d been nothing more than a bitch in heat, needing to get my kitty stroked. Now what?
How did one make gracious exits after something like that?
How did those things work? What would my exit look like in the morning after the storm passed?
“Thanks for the sex, but now I have to get home”?
or “That was great. It’s been forever since I’ve been able to cum by a man dicking me down good, but now the party’s over, and I have to get back to reality”?
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say or do, but I didn’t expect the words that came from his mouth.
“I think the storm is passing, and if nothing else good came out of this weekend, at least you can say you’ve been thoroughly fucked, ma’am.”
I felt the heat take over, and my skin flushed with warmth. It was enough to make me jump out of the bed, scrounge around to find my panties, get dressed, and head home, but I couldn’t. As if he sensed my thoughts, he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto my side, facing him.
“I have no plans for the rest of the weekend, and I’d like to take you out somewhere before we leave the city. Really get to know Pretty, the woman, not the artist or the woman I just had sex with. I want to know Pretty, the person.”
I took a long, hard look at him for the first time.
His rectangular face was hard but handsome with high cheekbones.
His broad nose set over full, downturned lips were soft and kissable.
The deep brown, hooded eyes that were so dark as to appear black were full of constant observation, as though they trusted nothing and no one.
In his black curly hair, there were a few strands of gray that gave him a distinguished appeal.
Absentmindedly, I reached up and stroked his jaw.
The thick hair covering his jaw, chin, and upper lip was soft.
He had a full beard that tickled my thighs.
A smile turned his lips up, but those eyes still appeared sad, yet knowing.
He leaned down and kissed me softly and then ran the pad of his thumb over my lips, pushing them in and out, seemingly amused at their plumpness. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing.” I blinked rapidly to break the stupor I found myself in. “I was just mentally reviewing my calendar to recall what I have scheduled.”
I was baffled at his tenderness once we were done.
It wasn’t what I expected, nor what I needed.
My heart was hardened, and I couldn’t afford to be vulnerable or foolish again.
His hand rested lightly at my lower back, drawing small circles.
“I hope it includes me,” he murmured, his eyes softly caressing me.
Despite what my heart felt and my mind said, my lips replied, “It does.”